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The Old Chapel Textile Centre in Newbury, home of the National Needlework Archive, offer courses, workshops and exhibitions in sewing, haberdashery, needlecraft, textiles, embroidery, cross stitch, quilting and textile art. Our shop carries an extensive range of all needlework and sewing products including fabric, threads, wool, zips and patterns. We have an archive of historic textiles and patterns and are home to The Country Wife mural.
Poetry in Stitches
POETRY IN STITCHES
THIS IS A WONDERFUL PROJECT WHICH TAKES POETRY AND TEXTILE ART INTO THE COMMUNITY FOR ALL TO ENJOY.
SHARE AND INSPIRE OTHERS!
A Great Focus for your Creativity! -
Do you love poems and making new and exciting textile pieces? -
Poems can be found on the BBC website, on the web generally (search ‘poems coronavirus’, or poems ‘lockdown’, for masses of inspiration) or you can use old poems that you feel are relevant to you now. Subjects could include grief, loss, fear, isolation, loneliness, financial problems; or more positively be about Spring, down-
Share your work with others to inspire and delight! -
Please email in a photograph of your work, together with the poem which inspired it, as soon as possible and any time from now onwards, but there are two deadline dates:
1. A photograph of your work, together with a copy of the poem, for the online gallery can be emailed in until 30th April 2021.
2. A photograph of a piece of work that you wish to be considered for the ‘real’ exhibitions, in addition to the online gallery has to be emailed in before the revised date of 30th April 2021 together with a copy of the poem.
Be small and restrained, or go large and wild! -
if you wish your work to be further considered for our touring programme of framed loans to public buildings or waiting rooms then your work must conform to one of the following square or rectangular sizes to fit the NNA frames:
W = 60 cms x L = 75 cms x max D = 2 cms. OR
W = 60 cms x L = 60 cms x max D = 2 cms OR
W = 30 cms x L = 30 cms x max D = 2 cms
Please complete a registration form to take part. Please read all of the terms and conditions on this form carefully before submitting your entry.
There is no charge to take part in the online gallery -
but a small charge to cover return postage of your work may be applicable for the ‘real’ exhibitions. All loaned work will be returned.
While You are There
The buddleia’s adrift with wings,
bird song hangs in shimmering air.
The day is ripe with sensuous things,
but I am here and you are there.
The stocks’ night-
The river’s singing soft and clear.
Evening soothes the summer’s heat,
but you are there and I am here.
All’s lost on me -
bird song and scented evening air.
I pace the garden, wish again
that you were here or I were there.
We were not made to be alone –
we fit, and knew it from the start.
We can’t be whole until we’re home,
hand in hand and heart to heart.
My powerless longing strikes me dumb,
but I will call and you will hear,
and I will wait until you come,
and you are here and I am here.
Sarah Willans (1954 -
Textile by Julieanne Long. Cambs.
“I selected this poem as for me, it sums up how fragile life is. We might build huge buildings, have complicated networks and grand plans, but the corona virus brings us up swiftly to acknowledge our limitations.
Also, on a more personal level, I like to attend the Globe in London each year as a groundling, unfortunately I have been unable to do this. I have however managed to watch a lot of Shakespeare filmed live from The Globe and the RSC in Stratford.
I decided to work in the round over an embroidery hoop to represent the Globe. I made the figure of Ariel out of wire, silk net, and stitch. I wanted the figure to be insubstantial and ethereal. I used needlelace stitching, and more silk net to attach him to the hoop.”
Our revels now are ended
Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits and
Are melted into air, into thin air:
And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which inherit, shall dissolve
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.
From The Tempest, Act 4 scene 1
Nature Trail. By Benjamin Zephaniah
At the bottom of my garden
There's a hedgehog and a frog
And a lot of creepy-
Living underneath a log,
There's a baby daddy long legs
And an easy-
And a family of woodlice,
All are on my nature trail.
There are caterpillars waiting
For their time to come to fly,
There are worms turning the earth over
As ladybirds fly by,
Birds will visit, cats will visit
But they always chose their time
And I've even seen a fox visit
This wild garden of mine.
Squirrels come to nick my nuts
And busy bees come buzzing
And when the night time comes
Sometimes some dragonflies come humming,
My garden mice are very shy
And I've seen bats that growl
And in my garden I have seen
A very wise old owl.
My garden is a lively place
There's always something happening,
There's this constant search for food
And then there's all that flowering,
When you have a garden
You will never be alone
And I believe we all deserve
A garden of our own.